It never will, so blow the stars out tonight.
Let's pack our bags and never turn back.
A-B-C-D-E-F-G.
Spell me the end of this classroom romance.
Let's pack our bags and run away.
Where piano keys carol a silent melody,
And a rocking chair creaks in perfect unison.
Let's pack our bags and leave for the stars.
From this ghost town of a heart.
posted by cigarettelove @ 9:52 AM
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